Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Shea
“T…”
Theo grunted, nuzzling deeper into my neck. “Five more minutes.”
I smiled. Any other day, I’d have let them go back to sleep, but I’d already left them unsatisfied the night before.
Heat pooled between my thighs, desire coiling my gut.
I’d been so exhausted last night that I didn’t get a chance to enjoy Theo.
They hadn’t even pleasured themself while they were devouring me like their last meal.
Nosing along their hairline, I fed a hand between us. They gasped, immediately spreading their legs for me. “You don’t have to do th—ah…” Despite their objections, their hips rocked against my hand. Arousal seeped through their cotton underwear, bathing my hand in a wash of heat.
I didn’t stop.
Instead, I clenched my thighs together against the pressure there. It wasn’t about me right now. It was Theo’s turn.
Moaning, Theo rolled onto their back. Their hips arched into my palm, bourbon eyes peeling open to look at me, sparkling in the early morning sun.
“Good morning, Da,” I said, voice still raspy from sleep and thick with desire.
“I’ll say—oh fuck.”
I’d shifted to straddle Theo’s lap. They arched their hips, pressing against my crotch and briefly satisfying the friction I needed.
I dropped, bringing our mouths together.
Theo’s tongue prodded for entry, and I happily let them in.
Our tongues met and I hummed, spearing my fingers through their sleep-knotted hair.
Theo’s hands clenched onto my hips and it wasn’t long before we were both panting and rutting against each other like dogs in heat.
“Th-oh, fuck,” I stuttered, welcoming the delicious friction from their hips.
I’d started this, but Theo was quick to remind me of who was in charge. They ducked into my neck, warm tongue lapping at my sensitive skin. Their hands on my hips rucked up the borrowed T-shirt I wore, providing more skin for them to touch, to mark up.
To claim.
They sucked, only once and very slowly, then reared their head back. Deep eyes watched me, lids hooded and pupils blown from desire. “You look so good, Shea.”
For a long moment, I rode their lap. I dropped my hands to theirs, needing to feel Theo’s touch.
My dick throbbed, desperate for more attention.
Peering down at them, I snaked my hands up their flat stomach, tweaking their belly button piercing.
They gasped and writhed beneath me, panting.
I tickled my way up their ribcage, thumbing over their tattoo before slipping my hands beneath the band of their sports bra.
That was where I paused, peering up at them in a silent request.
With a smile, they arched their back and removed the constricting fabric. My eyes nearly bugged out of their head when their breasts dropped free, soft and plush and practically calling out to me. “You hungry, baby boy?”
Their finger brushed my lower lip, shocking me when it came away covered in drool. Heat flooded my face. Theo laughed, a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through me and only served to make me wetter. “Don’t be shy. Come on.”
Licking my lips, I ducked down and sucked one of their perky nipples into my mouth, massaging their other breast with my hand. They moaned and pressed against my mouth. Heavy breaths quickly turned into shallow pants. Their fingers carded through my hair to hold me in place.
I whimpered, sending vibrations across their skin.
“That’s it, baby.” The praise sent a burst of warmth to my crotch. “Keep going.”
I released their nipple with a pop, licking a hot bath between their tits and down their stomach.
Their abs contracted beneath my tongue, and I traced every invisible line.
Their fists clenched onto my shirt as I lowered my body, and I only separated from them so they could pull the fabric over my head and toss it aside.
I dipped my tongue into their belly button and swirled it around the piercing there, getting them writhing beneath me again. My fingers hooked around the waistband of their underwear, and I painfully removed my mouth to tug them down their legs.
I threw the bundle of cotton aside and when Theo spread their legs for me, the breath whooshed from my lungs.
Skin slick with their arousal, they drug their fingers through the sticky mess and tweaked the bar of a piercing right through their clit.
The tiny blue gems glittered in the early morning sunlight. That sure as hell wasn’t there before.
Knocking their hands away, I lunched, latching onto it. I tongued and teased the metal with my teeth. Theo bucked against my mouth, holding me in place with a tight grip in my hair.
Wet heat dripped down their skin, and I ducked to capture some on my tongue, swapping between their clit and their entrance.
“Fucking hell, Shea,” they swore. “You are hungry.”
Starving. Insatiable. I’d never be able to get enough of them. Theo shuddered, and their spot pulsed beneath my tongue.
But I was far from finished.
I brought them to the edge then backed off, once, then twice, and again until they swore and snapped their hand to the back of my neck.
Their engorged clit pulsed. Theo was ready to blow, and I couldn’t wait to have their taste on my tongue.
Deciding to draw it out a bit longer, I licked to soothe the skin, tender from being sucked.
“Shea,” they growled. I chuckled, the sound vibrating their skin.
Theo snarled. I had them right where I wanted them.
I hooked my hands under their legs, welcoming the pressure they put on the back of my neck. My tongue pressed to find the bar of their piercing through their skin, and I tugged it with my teeth.
Their words gave way to senseless babbling. Liquid poured down my chin, their taste too good to wipe it away. My hand dipped between their legs, two fingers teasing at their entrance, waiting until I was given permission.
It was nothing more than a nod while I peered up my spot sandwiched between their thighs. They were so wet that my fingers slid in effortlessly. I curled, finding their sweet spot deep inside and drawing their orgasm right out of them.
It was loud and messy, splashing against me while Theo cried through their release.
I didn’t let up, didn’t tap out. In fact, I doubled down, attempting to catch every drop on my tongue.
I licked them through the waves and right into oversensitivity.
They tugged at my hair, their thighs quivered to either side of my head.
I licked until they whimpered my name. But I kept going.
I knew they enjoyed this. They wanted to be unraveled within an inch of their life.
Without looking, I knew that tears stung their eyes.
They would be biting their tongue so hard that they drew blood.
They yanked at my hair and scratched my scalp so hard that it should have been painful, but it wasn’t.
I loved it, moaning and grinding my hips into the mattress, no doubt leaving a wet, sticky mess in my wake. Finally, once Theo was at the end of their rope, I rose onto my knees and gasped for air. I wiped off my mouth, sucking my fingers clean to lap up every bit of Theo’s taste possible.
“Come here, sweet boy,” they coaxed, chest rising and falling. A gorgeous flush deepened their skin, extending all the way down their chest. “Get up here and have a seat.”
I scrambled to obey, straddling their chest. Strong hands landed on my hips and jerked me into place. “Oh, holy shit,” I cried, head dropping between my shoulders. Theo latched onto my dick and sucked—hard, just how I liked it.
Another murmured curse, and I grabbed onto the headboard.
Theo’s tongue flicked over my most sensitive spot.
I groaned, rocking my hips over the wet heat of their mouth.
This wouldn’t last long. I was already riding the edge nearly as much as I was riding their face.
Fingers dug into my hips, hard enough to bruise.
With any luck.
My T-dick throbbed, swollen and desperate for release.
Theo’s hum sent vibrations rippling across the tender flesh.
Pleasure licked across my nerves like flames and burned straight through to my core.
Through bleary eyes, I peered between my legs.
Theo’s eyes closed in bliss. Behind me, their hips rocked against the air.
Theo gave one firm suck, and every muscle in my body buckled.
The knot in my belly tightened to an unbearable level.
Theo’s licks and slurps echoed off the empty cabin in a way so obscene that my legs quivered.
They explored down to my entrance and back, as much as the clamp of my thighs around their head allowed.
My breath came in shallow pants, body too wound up to focus on menial tasks such as breathing.
Pressure, so much pressure between my legs—and I was so wet.
Fuck, I’d never been that wet before. Dampness trickled down my thighs, caught by Theo’s wandering tongue.
Releasing my hip, they nudged me up and swept two fingers through the mess, effortlessly sliding into my entrance.
All it took was one firm curl of their fingers, and the knot snapped. I came undone.
My orgasm slammed into me, activating nerves I never even knew existed.
Theo sucked so hard it was nearly painful, and the repeated taps to that sweet spot inside of me made quick work of a messy release.
Perhaps I should have been worried about Theo fucking drowning in the flood, but all I could do was spear my fingers through their rogue curls and ride out the waves against their tongue.
They stroked me through the orgasm, licking me long past the oversensitivity.
As I caught my breath, I released my tight grip on their hair and massaged their scalp hoping to soothe the sting I left behind. They licked me clean, and I slid backward to rest on their stomach, dick pulsing again at the sight of them sucking on their fingers.
“You okay?” they asked, red in the face and gasping for air.
“I’ve never had to pee so bad in my life.” I panted, immediately regretting the words. Heat—more heat—rushed to my face. “I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant to say.”
Theo laughed, and my stomach did a somersault. “Don’t apologize. Downside to morning sex.”
Their fingers locked into my hair and tugged, pulling me in for a messy kiss. Then, with nothing more than my own taste on their tongue, they nudged me backward, off the bed, and followed me into the bathroom.